This story is getting to its end and there aren't that many chapters left. (That I know of.) I will try to update as quickly as I can, but with school just starting there might be a problem with that.
Anyway, let me know what you think as always.
SEPTEMBER – DEAN
After looking through almost the entire house, I found Soph on the couch downstairs. She looked exactly like she did when she woke up, besides the fact that we had taken a shower. But we had to leave in like twenty minutes.
"Shouldn't you get ready?" I asked, standing beside her and wrapping my free arm around her neck. This cast was getting annoying, and I couldn't wait to get it off soon. I would have taken it off already if Soph wouldn't watch me every second.
"I'm not going," she answered simply. What excuse did she have now?
"You've been waiting for this since I gave you the ticets," I stated and she stood up.
"I've already seen him once."
"Okay, what's going on?" I asked.
She met my eyes as I straightened up.
"I can't fit in the dress," she answered me miserably, and I pressed my lips in a thin line not to smile.
"You can't have grown that much," I told her and she shook her head. I mean, she tried that dress a week ago.
"My stomach's not the problem."
"It can't be that bad," I told her and she snorted. "Okay, show me."
"Fine," she sighed and stomped off and up the stairs. I gave her a minute and then followed. I found her in the bedroom, her back against me. She was just zipping up the dress as I walked inside.
"That's not..." I started, but she turned around. "Okay, you're not going like that."
Not that I had a problem with it, but every frigging guy would look at her. Well, not exactly at her. Their eyes would be going down, and I would not be comfortable with that. And she wouldn't either.
"I hate them," she stated. She looked miserable again. "They're too big."
"Soph," I started, but she kept on talking.
"When I was in the shower yesterday, I noticed that my right breast is smaller than the left. I've never noticed that before. Sure, I knew about it. I've known since the surgery. But I've never noticed it before. But now I do."
I looked at her and sighed before I wrapped my arms around her. I pulled her close and pressed a passionate kiss on her lips.
"I've been their biggest fans for three years, and they are perfect."
"They're bigger," she stated, and I knew exactly what she meant with that. Just as much as this pregnancy made her more confident, it also made her doubt herself. And I hated that.
"Don't talk like that. You know I love them."
"I'm sure you do now, when they're big. They used to be small. You're a guy. Of course you love them more now."
"Just stop talking altogether if that's what you're going to say, because I don't want to hear it. And that's ridiculous. I love you, and they are a part of you. I don't want them to be huge. I want them to be natural, and they are. You know what more they are? Perfect. Yes, one might be slightly smaller than the other, but I want them that way. Because that's you. No, they are not big, but they are definitely not small. And I don't want them any other way."
She looked at me, and suddenly started to laugh.
"I can't believe we're arguing over my breasts. Sure, we've argued over a lot, but this was a first."
The turn in this argument made me smile, and I actually chuckled with her.
"You've lost it," I told her and pressed another kiss on her lips. "Let's find you something to wear."
I let her go and walked up to the closet. She hadn't lied when she told me it was huge. I walked up to her side of the closet, and looked for something. In the corner of my eye, I saw her leaning against the door frame as she watched me. The dress was off, so my eyes lingered on her for a moment longer than they should. I could watch her all day, but I turned to the clothes to keep myself concentrated.
"Does it have to be a dress?" I asked, knowing she didn't own that many. And also that none of them would fit.
"Yes," she answered and I sighed. This would take forever. But after a little while of looking, I found her a black strapless dress she could actually fit in and be comfortable in at the same time. And she looked fantastic in it.
"You done?" I asked as she zipped it up at her side.
"Shoes, hair, and make-up," she stated, and I told her to go fix the make-up and hair as I would find her a pair of shoes. I took a black pair, and hoped she would accept them. I walked downstairs and turned off the lights as I waited for her to come downstairs. A few minutes later, she stood beside me. And like a miracle, she accepted the shoes. I lifted her up bridal style, knowing she wouldn't wear the shoes until tonight. I ignored the discomfort it caused to carry her with a cast on my arm.
She was about to complain, but then remembered that she would have to walk barefoot over the gravel. Soph locked the doors from my arms, and I carried her into the garage where I let her down. She took the passenger seat. We had already talked about this. I hadn't been driving for weeks, so I didn't care that I would have to drive her car. Besides, I would drive faster than she would. Even with my cast. And the good part, the only good part about her car, was that she had an automatic transmission.
We reached the ferry just as it was about to go off, and we barely made it. But we did. And after a few hours of driving on the main land, she got that expression I had learned to recognize over the weeks I had been back.
"Really?" I asked, knowing that would be a 'yes'. She was craving at all the wrong times.
"We have time. It will only take ten minutes, and the way you drive..." she left the sentence unfinished, and I sighed.
"Fine," I told her and stopped at the closest grocery store. She strapped on her shoes, and I insisted on following her inside. Otherwise, she would just find something else she would want. And then we wouldn't make it in time.
She walked directly to the chocolate and I chuckled as I came up to her.
"Did I tell you that you look amazing?" I asked and placed a chaste kiss on her lips. I felt her smiling as she shook her head.
"Can you go get me a bottle of water?" she asked against my lips. Chocolate wasn't the only thing she was craving. She was drinking water like crazy sometimes, and she would chew on ice. Like all the time.
She was 27 weeks pregnant now, and she hadn't started on the nursery yet. But she had made me a deal. I would loose my cast next week, and then I would start working on my car. She would start with the nursery when I started on the car. And then we would see who was done first.
I pressed another quick kiss against her lips and then walked away to find some water. I quickly found it, but when I was on my way to walk back to Soph, I ran into someone else. Someone I had never expected to see again. Someone I wasn't sure anymore I wanted to see again. I had moved on since the last time I saw her.
"Dean," she said, her brown eyes meeting mine. She looked exactly like she did the last time I saw her.
"Cassie," I greeted. I didn't feel anything against her now. The last time I saw her, I thought I still had feelings for her. I thought I loved her. But I hadn't. It was a lie. I was fooling myself. The only woman I had ever loved was picking out chocolate right now a corner away.
"What are you doing here?" we asked at the same time, and she laughed but answered the question.
"I moved here about a year ago. What about you?"
"Passing through," I answered simply, and she smiled. She didn't seem to notice my discomfort. Or the ring on my finger.
"How's your mom?" I asked, trying to find something to talk about.
"She's fine. I didn't think I'd see you again," she said and I nodded.
"Me neither," I glanced toward Soph's direction, but Cassie didn't seem to notice.
"If you're staying in town, then maybe we can catch up," she said and I nearly snorted. Catch up? I'm not sure that's what she really meant. I was sure, actually.
"I'm with someone," I told her honestly, glancing toward Soph again. I still couldn't see her, so she wasn't looking for me yet.
"Oh," I heard from Cassie and I looked at her again. "How long? A week? Two?"
I really saw nothing interesting in her now, and I couldn't understand how I could from the beginning. And she really had no right to sound jealous. The only person who had the right to be jealous was Soph. But it wasn't in her nature to be jealous. Although, her mood changes could take the better side of her. So I wasn't sure on how she would feel if she saw me with Cassie. Soph knew about my past with her. Of course she did.
I glanced quickly toward Soph again, and saw her. She held four or five different types of chocolate in her hands. There was chocolate bars, and a box of chocolate. And I was totally going to steal that snickers bar from her.
I turned to Cassie again and answered her question.
"Three years, two months, and counting," I answered her. I saw her disappointed expression, and a short moment after that I heard Soph's voice.
"And you told me to hurry," she smiled softly. She definitely saw my uneasiness, and tried to take it away. She reached her hand out for the water and took it. Then she turned toward Cassie, and looked at her. I wanted to wrap my arm around her, but she was on my bad side and it still hurt to raise my arm. Note to self; don't ever break your ribs again.
I hated the look Cassie gave Soph when she saw her. When she saw that she was pregnant. Wasn't she the one who had broken up with me? She had no right to look at Soph like that. To think the things she was surely thinking.
Soph noticed the look as well, but she still stood upright. A smile was on her lips.
"Dean," she prompted, wanting me to introduce them. This was it. Would the pregnancy take over? Would she be jealous?
"Soph... This is Cassie. Cassie – Sophia."
I felt Soph tense beside me, and it was like I could read her mind in that moment.
"Cassie. As in your ex-girlfriend?" she asked, a plastered smile on her face. Yeah, she was jealous.
"Yeah, that Cassie," Cassie answered before I had the time to say anything.
"I'm gonna..." Soph trailed off, glancing at Cassie. "I'll see you outside."
I watched her walk away, and was about to do the same when Cassie spoke.
"Pregnant, huh? How's that going to work with all the traveling?"
"I'm not a hunter anymore," I answered simply. I didn't have to explain this to her. "I have to go. I have somewhere to be."
And with that I left, and walked out of the store the same second that Soph climbed into the car. I climbed inside as Soph took her shoes of.
"She was pretty," she whispered, and I rolled my eyes. I started the car and drove out of the parking spot and out onto the road. I would have to hurry if we would make it in time.
"You're jealous," I smiled, sort of liking this side of her. It was the first time I saw it. And it wasn't that controlling type of jealously. It was that cute type. The type I could feel from time to time when I saw someone glancing a second too long at her. And I only felt like that because it was too easy to read what they were thinking. Imagining. I used to be them. I used to check beautiful women out. And there was no secret that Soph was beautiful. Breathtaking even. So I knew exactly what they were imagining when they looked at her. And I wasn't comfortable with that.
"Is she prettier than me?" she whispered again, and I nearly snorted.
"I wouldn't use the word pretty when it comes to you."
"What word would you use?"
"Amazing, kindhearted, strong minded, mature, childish, tenacious, breathtakingly beautiful, sexy as hell," I heard her chuckle softly, but I continued. "The woman I love. I have more if you want to hear it."
"I'm fine. And I kinda like you too," she murmured back, and I sensed her smile.
SEPTEMBER – SOPHIA
This shoes were killing me already. But it wasn't my feet this time. It was my back.
And I felt bad for actually being jealous about Cassie. I mean, I knew it was a part of Dean's past, and I shouldn't be jealous. But I couldn't help it. But Dean had assured me he didn't mind the jealous side of me. That made me feel a little bit better.
Dean and I had just finished eating as Tyler came up on stage. I still had a hard time believing that Dean had actually fixed us two tickets for Tyler Hilton. I mean, he didn't even like his music. But he knew I loved it.
I felt goosebumps rising on my arms as Tyler played one of his new songs. It was just hard to believe that someone could have that type of voice. I just loved the raspy edge in it. And the way he wrote. His songs always meant something and it was easy to connect to them.
"I don't understand how you can't love him," I told Dean and heard him chuckle. "And I know that you stole my snickers."
He was going to have to buy me a new one. Because I wanted it.
"I honestly didn't," he lied and I kicked him softly under the table. He gave me a half glare.
"That wasn't me," I lied and he shook his head in amusement.
"I've seen many of these faces before, but especially two stands out tonight," we heard Tyler say and both Dean and I turned to look at him. "I was on tour, and my tour bus broke down."
I felt myself tense, having a pretty good guess of who he was talking about. I heard Dean chuckle, so he was definitely thinking the same thing.
"Right outside a motel, actually. So this guy comes up to help me, but I had to tow the bus only to get it back two days later. I asked the guy what to do in such a small town. He recommended a restaurant, and I could easily recognize the affection in his voice. Turns out he knows he owner."
"This is embarrassing," I mumbled and Dean placed his hand on the table for me to take. I reached out and squeezed it.
"Marrying her the day after that actually. So I came to the reception at the restaurant, and that's one of the best meals I've ever eaten. Fantastic. That couple is here tonight. She's a little bigger than the last time I saw her, but she's glowing. And this one is for them," he said, looking our way. He started playing, but then suddenly stopped. "I forgot; if you're ever in Friday Harbor, you have to visit her place. Just ask for D's, and everyone will know what you're talking about. Believe me, it's worth it."
"I'm not the only one who likes your food," Dean grinned and I smiled at him as Tyler started playing again. It was a new song, and it was easy to recognize it. He even played it at our wedding. We danced to it.
"Dean," I started but he quickly hushed me. "Please?"
"I'm not dancing with you here," he answered simply.
"We haven't danced since our wedding," I complained, wanting to dance with him.
"We can dance at our hotel. But not here."
"Why?" I wanted to know. "It's not like we would be the only ones."
"You know why," he mumbled and I sighed. Yes, I knew that he didn't like to dance. But I wanted to.
So I gave him the eyes I knew he couldn't resist.
"It won't work," he answered simply, and I knew that it wouldn't this time. Not even the eyes.
"Fine," I answered dryly as I let go of his hand and placed it in my lap instead.
"Fine," he told me and stood up and reached his hand out. I smiled up at him and took his hand. I let him lead me to the dance floor, and smiled wider as he wrapped his arms around me.
"I hate how easily you can manipulate me," he muttered and I leaned my head against his chest.
"You do realize you can control me as well, right?" I asked him. He just have to give me one simple look, and I would do anything for him. But I wasn't quite sure that he was as aware of that as I was.
"What are you talking about?" he murmured and I smiled again.
"Why do you think I always tell you exactly everything? You've been able to control me since our first day together."
"So we're pretty much the same like that," he murmured over my head. I leaned out and met his eyes.
"We're exactly the same like that," I replied. I pulled his head down so that I would be able to meet his lips, and they met in a passionate kiss.
I was in the middle of painting when I heard footsteps coming closer until they stopped. A moment later I heard Dean's voice.
"I finally got Sam to tell me how much this place cost you," he said, and I groaned. Did he have to bring this up? He had asked me dozens of times how much I payed for the house, and I refused to tell him every time. But now he knew.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he continued and I nearly ignored him.
"You know I hate to talk about money," I told him and kept on painting. I concentrated on the beige color that filled the room as Dean spoke again.
"You tell me everything else, but you won't tell me that you're rich?"
"You could have figured it out yourself," I stated. "Can we stop talking about this; it's rude."
"There is something else..." he trailed off, and I sighed. Yes, there was something else.
"I never tell people how much money I have because it makes me feel used," I confessed. "It would feel like that person spent time with me because of my money, and not me."
"Even me?" he asked.
"Yes, even you," I stated.
"I knew you when you didn't have money. I knew you when you struggled to keep the restaurant up and running. I knew you..."
"I know that," I snapped, not meaning to. I turned around and met his eyes.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to snap. I just... I know that's not why you love me. I know you don't care about my money. I know that, and I love that. I'm just so used not to talk about money, so it sort of became that way with you as well. Even though I never meant it to be."
His lips curved into a smile, and I smiled as well.
"So, can you tell me how much you have?" he smirked, and I shook my head.
"That's never happening."
"So, can I look at your saving account?" he continued, and I raised my eyebrow.
"Don't you have a car to fix?" I changed the subject and he chuckled.
"You told me to come in and eat at five. It's five thirty."
No, it couldn't be. I glanced down at my watch, and noticed that it had stopped. Wonderful.
"Just give me a minute, and I'll be right down and start. It's done it twenty minutes," I promised and he smiled.
"I'm not that hungry. You don't have to hurry. Besides, you're almost done in here. And you look sexy with paint on your cheek."
"You're lying," I told him and turned around to finish the third wall. He should only know how sexy he was with those dirty hands...
A moment later, I was downstairs with Dean, making dinner. The paint on my cheek gone. And Dean had washed up, thankfully.
"I like cooking with you," Dean confessed where he stood, chopping vegetables.
"And I hate that I still don't have the inspiration for a new recipe," I made my own confession. I would have thought that it would come back, but it still hadn't.
I felt his arms around me suddenly, and he placed a kiss in the crook of my neck.
"It will come," he murmured and I really hoped he was right. I also wanted the frigging nightmare to disappear. I still had it, even though I could feel Dean next to me every night. And it was getting more than a little annoying that I still had it. No, I didn't have it every night, but still...
"I'm not interrupting something, am I?" we heard Sam ask, and Dean pressed another kiss in the crook of my neck before he walked over to the vegetables again.
"No," I promised. "The food is almost done, do you want some?"
"I ate at the restaurant, but thanks," he answered me. "How's the car coming along?"
"Slow, but alright," Dean answered him. "Don't mention it," he said then. I figured Sam was going to apologize again, and Dean was getting tired of hearing it. The crash wasn't Sam's fault.
"How was the first day back at work?" I asked, turning around. Sam had lost his cast, and the crutches, a few days ago, and today was his first day back at work.
"Great," he answered with a smile. But then it faded. "Hannah called today."
"What?" I asked. I hadn't expected that. It was almost six weeks ago that I told her to call him. And since she hadn't yet, then I figured she wouldn't call at all. "What did she say?"
"Pretty much that she wanted nothing to do with me."
"She's a bitch," I told him and I heard Dean chuckle. I ignored him.
"Yeah, I guess she is," Sam mumbled and then changed the subject. "Tess stopped by. She told me to tell you to call her when you had the time."
I nodded, already knowing what she wanted. It was their anniversary tomorrow, and I had promised to take Micheal. It was hard to believe that they had already been married for five years. And they were the only ones in this family who did it another way. Both Rob and I had got married before thinking about children, but Tess gave birth to Micheal a year before she actually married Dave. They were also the ones who had been engaged for the longest time. Dave proposed the night before they found out about Micheal. Pretty ironic, but that was the case.
"Why won't Rob call?" I asked myself, but Dean was close enough to hear.
"He's probably busy celebrating with Linda," he smirked and I threw a kitchen towel at him.
"He told me he would call," I said as Dean ducked away. He had his test yesterday, and he would get the test result today. And he would call me. We always called each other right after we knew the test result.
"I'm sure he's fine," Dean promised, and I hoped he was right.